Outside

[Intro: Nafe Smallz & Chip] Drug dealer by choice I don't need your advice, nah, I need a Rolls-Royce (Jaydo, tell them) I got the gang them outside Heard he wanna smoke, that's why we brang them outside (Yo, Eight8) Uh [Verse: Chip] How much times can I chart? How much man can I help? How much hands can I give 'til I got none for myself? How much flows can I come up with? So polite, but so disgustin' Told him what to do, he made it, I ain't sayin' that I bust him How much spitters I smoke? How much weed can I roll? Like, what's the answers to both? Yeah, infinity, bro How much times can they turn on me? I guess I'll never know But when they turn around and face me, trust, they knowin' how it goеs How much sound can change? Relevancе be the same All I know is when I go, they gon' remember my name How much times can I do somethin' That hasn't been done to have a pod' talkin' lies, sayin' my name ain't done nothin'? How much they provoke? How much times I react? Or how much times do I rap and they can't say nothin' back? Like, how much racks can I make? How much ice can I buy? Eighteen and ten chains, boy, I been fly all my life [Chorus: Nafe Smallz] Drug dealer by choice I don't need your advice, nah, I need a Rolls-Royce The weed stay hittin', it's Joe Joyce Landin' Cali so loud, I had to keep a low voice I got the gang them outside Heard he wanna smoke, that's why we brang them outside This ain't for the youngins, it's a hand-me-down size Heavy metal make your circle light, Amsterdam life [Outro] All of these chains, I'm covered in gold All of the pain I roll in a cone You went and changed, I feel like the fame is killin' me slow All of these chains, I'm covered in gold All of the pain I roll in a cone You went and changed, I feel like the fame is killin' me slow